Whiskey Refracting Light

Clenched stomachs send waves whispering words

Birds seek flight as last drops of whiskey takes their time to find rest

The bottom of a clear glass covered in fog, waiting for an epiphany

Yet light refracts, distorting plain sight

Questions asked and answered, both uttered to and from the same lips

A conversation between one, sometimes an argument ensues

Hoping to make peace in time for birds to return

And glasses of whiskey poured once again